Borrowed

A new blue sweater that's both expensive (literally) and cheap (trashy).

I'm going to share a story.
Picture to friends racing each other across the northeast but one is predetermined to win because of his advantageous position. He sits on a train. She sits on a train. But he's on the 9'o'clock and hers was delayed.

But that's not a borrowed story, that's my own. Next to me on the train sat a Connecticut girl who could have been from Europe and giggled at the ad-campaign textbook she read. Face scrunched up in concentration I tried reading about thefacebook.com in the awkward weeks before the "the" was dropped. Someone should tell Betty White that "thetwitter" is no more.

A fraternity house where the floors are so sticky flip flops are lost all the time. A fraternity house lacking beer pong, beer bong and with a plethora of toilet papers and cleaning supplies. The kitchen is not a second grade science experiment on growing mold and the couches are shockingly clean - lacking all good things that come hither from human beings when they are their finest.

We made pancakes in all sorts of lovely forms - letters, swirls, mickeys and snowmen. ALL PG13. But best of all wasn't the plethora of chocolate chips or the brief game of "let me toss candy at your mouth and see if you catch it". I did.

It was a nice morning. One that felt familiar for a first time and one that allowed for jokes, inappropriate and witty and viceversa. A morning with an awkward encounter and lite cough syrup. A couple of "aw's" later I realized that it's one of those random college memories that make it an entirely unique experience.

Now shotgun a beer.